Tiny little dog

Tiny little dog, why bark so much? You must know you are tiny. If
you bark for a year you will still be tiny, tiny weenie little dog.
When you die we will put you out with the rubbish, with the fag ends
and fluff. Then we will go out and buy a proper dog.
There is a theory that mankind owes its civilization to drink. It is
considered the height of sophistication to be a recognized wine expert,
however, there is no such accolade for being a recognized wino. Many of
us inhabit the grey ground between the two.
Homosapien ceased his nomadic existence in order to allow time for the
fermentation process to run its course. You cannot brew wine in a
moving caravan; the sediment gets all shaken up and gives you bad
booze. Live yeast is a volatile little number, best left to do its work
uninterrupted. Thus, the brewing industry was born - result - the
wheel, computers, television, marmite and smart bombs.
Television is on everywhere, every village, town, city, pictures in a
box, no barriers. The ball of matter that we live upon has information
flowing through its earth and air. Space has more possibilities than
our little minds can conceive. Invisible waves of digital code flow
through mountains and moons. This phenomenal technology crescendos
primarily in a dirge of messy entertainment to stagger belief in its
puerility. The common man has a wealth, a veritable plethora of vacuous
carnage to choose from. The menu is set. We start the day with a banal
little number we refer to as tabloid, best consumed whilst digesting a
fat helping of irrelevant puke from the breakfast radio show, going out
to all you fuckwits out there. No, lets not go there, there's too much
material, the reality is too ridiculous, I couldn't begin to do justice
to this subject. Let us just accept that what we are doing is deeply
flawed and move on.

Let's sell sex. Hot sex for sale. Big girls like it nasty. Dylan fan
seeks mouth organ. Listen to me frigg off while you wank, fifty pence
per minute, no waiting. Thai girls seek husbands, must be solvent.
Swinging couple seek like-minded for confirmation of banality. Dwarf
seeks discipline. Monk seeks meaning. Grey man seeks colour. Town seeks
city. River seeks sea.